As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside,As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside,And looking so sadly, and looking so sadlyAnd looking so sadly upon its swift tide.

She thought on the lover that left her in pride,She thought on the lover that left her in pride,On the banks of the meadow, on the banks of the meadowOn the banks of the meadow she sat down and cried.

And as she sat weeping, a young man came byAnd as she sat weeping, a young man came by,"What ails you, my jewel, what ails you, my jewel,What ails you, my jewel and makes you to cry ?"

"I once had a sweetheart and now I have none.I once had a sweetheart and now I have none.He's a-gone and he's leaved me, he's a-gone and he's leaved meHe's a-gone and he's leaved me in sorrow to mourn."

"One night in sweet slumber, I dream that I see,One night in sweet slumber, I dream that I see,My own dearest true love, my own dearest true love,My own dearest true love come smiling to me."

"But when I awoke and I found it not so,but when I awoke and I found it not so,Mine eyes were like fountains, mine eyes were like fountainsMine eyes were like fountains where the water doth flow."